The White Moth Poem by LeeAnn Azzopardi
The White Moth
In the shadows
Was it an angel or a bird?
No, it was a tiny, white moth
Flying away from a monster
Called me
Nice poem. Leave the moth alone. After all it will be sindged by the candle.....how do you spell sindged?
Was it an angel or a bird? No, it was a tiny, white moth Flying away from a monster ghost Me the big me haunting like a lion great. Just a try. Don't mind please. Just playing with words.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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5/19/2024 4:23:28 PM # 1.0.0.1119
How many times have we swatted a colourful moth, only to feel remorse? Perhaps it was an angel? ? Great verse, LeeAnn.